Amber Stark Novels & Stories

Zita offered. Rebecca didn't reply nor objected her offer. They both left the dining room and arrived at the living room. Rebecca slowed her pace when she saw who it was. It was a woman, who was in her late fifties, dressed in cream coloured dress. Her hair was short and styled to a bob. The woman caught a glimpse of Rebecca and smiled slyly. "Ah! You must be the new caretaker my son hired!" The woman said proudly, sneering at Rebecca. She looked her from head to toe and disliked her.

TANYA ALICE BAKER. FORTY FIVE YEARS OLD. ONE CHILD- AMBER MARTHA BAKER. WIDOWED. He glanced through the rest of the report trying to go into important details about her, Tanya worked in a bar when she was twenty two while she was pregnant with Amber ,and when Amber was fifteen her dad Billy Baker died from a heart disease.

Rebecca stood in front of me in all her glory and devious heart, she was wearing a nice grey suit with her brown hair falling down her shoulders. Her brown eyes locked with me and I noticed a sweet smile form on her face. I was in no need for all this so I looked away and started walking away from her. " Running won't help much, face it Amelia I won " I had her voice and froze in my steps, I stared a head trying to show her that none her words were affecting me the way she wanted them too. "Then buy a cake or a bottle of wine and celebrate. Am in no mood for your nonsense " Since she wanted a reply I gave her one and continued to walk away.

Alta gave a friendly smile to Reina. Reina, who was about to buy a book for her college assignment, accidentally hit Allta who seemed to have finished buying some books, and he was wearing a gray hoodie and black jeans. His hair was neatly trimmed, his face was clean and white, his smile was friendly, and the man was taller than Reina whose height was five feet (160 cm). "Ma'am? Get me Reina, I think we're in the same age." Reina raised her hand, which Alta greeted.

Keon was the first to walk out of the door and Amir followed suit. Queen Tarah hadn't seen Amira in a couple of days and she was wondering if she was fine. She's asked Anna about her and she'd told her Amira and the baby were doing good , she just wanted to be sure for herself. Tarah decided to see Amira so she decided to go to her room. Queen Tarah was very shocked to see Her son Keon and Amir coming out of Amira's room with heavy faces.

It was sad to hear them but not in a way that pulled at your heart, more like a pathetic kind of sad. “He’s insane,” she told me. “I know and they blame me for it," I scoffed. “That’s so fucked up.” “Yeah. Let's go in and get something to drink while we sit and talk.” We got up and went into the house. We sat at the table and drank cold sparkling water while we talked and caught up. Amber was a clerk at the bank in town and she lived in a simple but nice apartment not far from it. We have been friends all our lives and she was one I would never let go of.

I don’t know when she crossed over to this side of the bar. “She said she doesn’t want to dance, so beat it,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest while making sure to show off her tattoos. Amber can be scary; she’s tall and it helps her intimidation factor. Amber’s around 5’7”, whereas I’m 5’5”. I’m not tall, but average height. He puts his hands up in surrender. “Calm down, lady. No need to get aggressive. I’ll leave,” he says, walking away.

Amber was really looking forward to taking this bitch down off her high throne. Amber walked up until she was nearly touching shoulders with the photographer and crossed her arms across her heaving chest. She was trying to talk herself out of jumping that ice queen and beating the shit out of her, shoving that tiara right up her bleached asshole. That would make for some nice holiday photos indeed. But too many witnesses. Grayson would bail her out though.

Bret said smiling "I don't think that is a good idea. I mean you are a stranger" Amber said as she walked. "I know I am but do I look like a sixteen-year-old killer to you?" he said laughing. Amber faked a laugh and said " of course you don't look dangerous" it was pretty obvious that she was being sarcastic. " Okay, I admit. That came out wrong. I just want to show you the place because it seems like you really like these flowers to come all the way here to look for it.

The bartender asked. "Ah yes. She just turned 25 this year so we're celebrating" Tara lies with a smile on her face. 'Amazing. She just spouts lies from her mouth' Amelia thought. "Really? Then I shall prepare a special drink. It's on the house" the bartender said and winked at the two of them. "Wow! Thanks!" Tara said with sparkling eyes. "Thank you" Amelia expressed her gratitude with a soft smile that made the bartender blush. -1 hour later-